Žodžiai dainai: Incubus. Tomorrow's Food.

If I couldn't know this
Wrestles round in a prestigious way

Feel like it's the end of the world
Well maybe it's the way to not

Cause it's true,
Can you,
be part of tomorrow's food?
Today?

There's no such thing as making a wish
Nor could I get my own way

There's no such thing as the end of the world
Just batten down, button up,

Cause it's true
And you, be part of tomorrow's food.
Today.